Golden Vines

Introverted Sage

Call in my favours
Why, yes I will.
Gifts from above
Cause me a shrill.
Walked through the desert
And up that hill.
Holy Grail provided me my fill.

Calling my name
Whisper or yell.
Grown folks said it was voices from hell.
But in my darkness - they decorated my shell.
The Love they gave caused my heart to swell.

Now I know that it's all true.
There's always someone watching you.
Darkest hours - they helped me pull through.
Shattered to pieces they are my glue.

~Introverted Sage~

  • Author: Introverted Sage (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2023 00:03
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  • LIZ

    Hard times really do make us stronger! IF, we learn the lessons! Very nice!! 🪶

    • Introverted Sage

      Yes indeed! And if we don't learn they repeat until we do!
      Thank you!! 🪶

      • LIZ

        No kidding!!!! So we better learn the first time!! 😬

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